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Give me a woman who truly loves beer, and I will conquer the world.


I've opted for a "two for one deal" today, because I couldn't really make my mind up as to which image that I liked better. I am rather pleased with how these turned out, because I took them from a moving vehicle on our journey through the valley of love last weekend.

Can you guess what they are?

Those of you who are familiar with Tasmania's most excellent BEER would have no doubt jumped to your feet and shouted "MY GOD, I THINK THAT IT IS A FIELD OF HOPS!!!"

If you did so, well done, they are precious hops. A crucial element to a successful amber liquid, Tasmania has the finest hops in the world.

As we drove past, I did note a slight tremor in Jennifer's voice, and a speck of a tear on her cheek. As she has spent a the best part of the past three years pregnant and/or breastfeeding, she has forced herself to forgo what was once her favourite activity: getting out on the razzle.

Comments

DineometerDeb said…
Tazmanian hops? I must discuss this with my friend Beer Expert Bob. I am sure he will have an opinion on this subject ; )
KL said…
I like this second picture much better.
Chris Wolf said…
one beer for da momma makes da babies sleep really well. Congrats to your lovely wif for her dedication to your family.
I once thought it would be clever to grow hops in my backyard as fence cover. They tried to take over the world!!!! And while they're good for hops, they're tough on the hands - causing a rash.
Kris McCracken said…
DineometerDeb, best hops in the world!
Kris McCracken said…
Chris, she's done well!
Kris McCracken said…
Diva, I've never even thought of such a thing.
Tania said…
I feel her pain
I truly love beer...Boddingtons was tonights brew!
Babzy.B said…
wow , i like your second photo , without explanations i would'nt have imagined that's where hops grows ....
Ronda Laveen said…
I had no idea:

Tazmania was known for its beer. I live on the USA's left coast, California. One of our local college's, Chico State University, makes the Party School List every year. The kids obviously are drinking professionals but, apparently, don't know how to grow it.

Even though I received my Brew Master's Certificate years ago and know the importance and brewing essentials of hops, I do not know what they look like. In rural Cali, we call those telephone poles.

Now, if you want to know about or see:

Magnificant pot plants: leaf or bud.

Meth labs and cooks: They are on nearly every street corner or in many dilapidated mobile homes.

Chronic Pain Patients with x2, 3 or 4 doctors Rx: One for usin' the rest for sellin.'

Let me know. They reproduce quickly in my area.

Thanks for the botany lesson.
freefalling said…
But where are they?
All I can see is poles.
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, you and Evie need to get into Franklin for a night on the tiles!
Kris McCracken said…
That is the chicken, I like some beer, but am actually keener on traditional ciders myself…
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, it struck me the first time I saw it too…
Kris McCracken said…
Ronda, you need a bit of water for hops. Maybe it’s grown further north.

Tasmania is also well known for its cannabis production. Where I’m from (the N/W coast) was profitable ‘bush’ growing territory. It’s was the organic of the day. Grower/dealers have shifted to faster growing genus now, grow it under lights and pepper it with chemicals. It seems to have taken the art out of it! The kids are all getting ripped quickly because the THC levels are four times what it was ten/fifteen years ago. A terrible shame...

Meth? There’s a bit of it, but the bikie gangs have that market sown up. The coppers seem to have put a bit of a lid on it.

Pain pills? That’s the Tassie speciality. With virtually no heroin in the open market, let’s just say that there is no shortage of you pharmaceutical opiods!

We won’t even mention the benzos that flood the market…
Kris McCracken said…
Freefalling, it’s very early in the hop season. The little seedlings will eventually reach the tramlines at the top.
Sue said…
The top pic just makes me want to hang my washing out!

Love the other view!
Dina said…
Hops! So that's where they grow.

Love all your kid and Jen photos below and the National Park hike. Little boys look so much older in winter clothes. Ezra has a whole different look now that he is often vertical.
Hi! Kris,
Kris said,"Can you guess what they are?"Oh! no, not until you said,
"MY GOD, I THINK THAT IT IS A FIELD OF HOPS!!!"Btw,You take great! photograph(s)(I really like both photos) as a matter of fact, I "swiped" one link from your photoblogroll...I'am so sorry!
A great post!
Deedee ;-D
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, the Derwent Valley is a lovely drive.
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, Ez is moving ahead in leaps and bounds at the moment. He’s even eating more than Henry!
Kris McCracken said…
Deedee, people can do whatever they like with the photos as long as they don’t sell ‘em or make dirty pictures with Photoshop!

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